I know, I'm supposed to write my own reviews of shows, and I should watch shows I hate, so I can get all frothy and clever and mean and whatnot. And I will, I promise, because it's fun, and people with oodles of money and the cynicism to abuse the television viewing audience with such drivel as "Ready for Love" and "Bet On Your Baby" deserve to have their noses rubbed in the horse apples they leave on living room floors across the nation.

Sometimes, though, it's better to outsource, and that's the case here. Please enjoy Dave Holmes' take on what is either the end of civilization, or, at minimum, what must be the end of American Idol.